Swimming with Snackies
Had the pleasure of seeing the anchovy swarm out at La Jolla Cove yesterday, and cut this from some of the GoPro footage I got. Enjoy.
Lap Swimming and Multi-tasking
My reasons for swimming are many, but high on the list is the tranquility and solitude – it’s a time when everything else can be blocked out for a bit.
Had a really good swim this morning at my newish pool of choice (since May), and while taking a rest between sets noticed a small group arriving. Two grabbed lanes and the third went to the shady chairs. No big deal. After more laps I got out and he was still there, staring intently at his smart phone. As I toweled off he started getting agitated, then burst out in a scream of ‘GO TO THE NET.’ I guess Wimbledon was this morning. I don’t know if it was the end of the match or just that viewer’s final straw but after the outburst the tennis fan put down his phone and joined his friends in the pool.
Smart phones are bad enough, but waiting for the inevitable day Google Glass begets Google Goggles. I dread the concept overall, but it sure would’ve been hysterical to see him have his little meltdown halfway down a lane.
June’s always our busiest month. Last day of school. Randy’s __th birthday. Our sixth wedding anniversary. Now we’re adding a new one: June 19th, hereafter known as Onofre Adoption Day. The Blur of Fur II was adopted from Animal Rescue Kompany, and is a five-month-old Bichon. He and Diego bonded on a play date at Onofre’s foster family’s house, then moved in a few days later. Excessive photography to follow.
Happy Birthday Dad!
My Mom bought my Dad tickets for the Safari Caravan at the San Diego Zoo’s Safari Park for his birthday this year, and I got to tag along. Posting a couple of pictures here, head over to the gallery section to view more.
Yes, We’re Safe
This text was originally posted on Facebook much earlier this morning:
Good morning everyone. Up at 3:30 doing what all old men do at 3:30 in the morning, but today I stepped outside on the patio to check news and give the insomniac neighbors a peek of my favorite boxers. The moon is sitting in the sky right where the plume of smoke from the San Marcos fire was when I went to bed. I can see stars in every direction on a cloudless night and have smelled more smoke from neighbors fireplaces and smoking than I do from the fire. Yes, we’re less than two miles from the fire zone, but we’re also less than a quarter mile from the place to which those people are being evacuated. We’re safe, and Randy’s sleeping peacefully. I’ve woken to far worse mornings.
We got to see much more when we took Diego out for his walk. There are some smoke plumes to the south, all blowing away from us and nothing as dense as it was yesterday. So far, at least as it impacts us, this is nothing like the 2007 wildfires. There are no layers of ash, and even at its worst the smoke is barely noticeable.
May The Fourth Be With You
You can go about your business now.
Haven’t been swimming much, either at the pool or down at the Cove. Haven’t been out of town, for business or otherwise. The depth of the dust on the lenses of the various camera could probably determine how long it’s been since I’ve had them out. Couldn’t even get up the motivation to go cheer for Cal at Crew Classic. Gotta get Diego to go hunt me down some motivation and bring it back here.
Bring Back Winter
March started out well enough, with a great 50th birthday celebration and a business trip to Sacramento that had me doing more law in one week than I normally do in a month. Winter went out beautifully.
Then spring hit. Drizzles are stalling my patio project. Business of Law headaches.
Hate to say it but I miss winter.
Way Too Early, Again
It would’ve been the start to a great day if only Randy’s plane had actually flown to its destination instead of doing an emergency return to San Diego. Despite the drama though I did capture a decent sunrise with the GoPro up at Dana Point, and Delta did return Randy to me safe and sound. All’s well that ends well.
Celebrating three years of paint, plumbing, electrical, dry walling and having a wonderful life in the first home I ever owned. The first home where I didn’t have to worry if Uncle or some random landlord would whine if I painted or fixed their lousy fixtures.
In one sense I can’t believe three years have flown by since our realtor gave us the keys to Casa, and in the other sense I look at the unfinished project list and wonder how so many things still remain to be done after three years at Casa.